as her front slides against my back, it’s like she’s meant to have been there all along. I clench my eyes a little to try and bring my cock under control. He has a mind of his own right now. The idea of Eva always being behind me on a ride is something I wish I could have. This, right here, is the best fucking feeling in the damn world.
“Where’s your helmet?” she muffles while sliding her visor down.
“Don’t need one, babe.” I kick over the engine, and it roars to life.
Her fingers clench onto me tighter, squeezing me as the vibration rattles through us. She’s quiet, not making a peep, but I can tell she’s affected by the way her thighs are squeezing around me. Smirking, I duck walk backward out of my space, then slowly head toward the gate.
Ominous peers down at me from his post. “You good to go, Prez?”
“Should be a few. If anything happens while I’m gone, get me on the line.” I call out to him over the roar of my engine.
Ominous casually salutes me, opening the gate. I rev my engine twice, alerting Eva I’m getting ready. Excitement builds inside of me. I’ve wanted to take her on a ride for as long as I can remember.
Now is my chance.
She squeezes me tighter, so I hammer down leaving nothing behind. My bike roars to life, soaring out of the gates and the safe confines of the clubhouse lockdown. Eva squeals in my ear, but it’s not out of fear, it’s from the adrenaline flowing through her. Hearing her only fires me up further as I exit the service lane, turning onto the main road, and I don’t hold back. I want her to know what this feeling is like—the purr of the engine, the love of the open road.
It will be sunset soon. I want to make good time to get to where I want to go before the sun starts to fall.
My baby vibrates through me, sending my nerves into a peaceful calm. Having Eva wrapped around me, we make our way to the west-central coast of Florida. Eva’s an enigma. Even though emotionally we’re not in the best place, physically right now, there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.
The wind whips at my face, my sunglasses protecting my eyes as I fly down the streets heading for the Clearwater Memorial Causeway. I have no idea if Eva’s figured out where we’re going—probably not as she doesn’t know much about this part of town, but who knows because she’s smart—but we’re almost there. As we head closer toward Causeway Boulevard, I slow the bike a fraction for the upcoming roundabout. As much as I’m loving taking Eva on this breakneck speed ride, taking a roundabout at this velocity probably isn’t the best idea. So, I drop my gears, trying to obey the speed limit for the first time since we took off.
Taking a left around the roundabout, I turn down Coronado Drive, then pull into the Pier 60 parking lot. I drive into one of the bays facing the beach under the tall palm trees. The white sand is pristine against the crystal blue water as it crashes against the shore in a rocking motion. I cut off my engine finding myself at ease for just being here. Squeezing Eva’s leg, I turn back to her, but when I do, she’s already taking her helmet off, her hair waving about in the slight ocean breeze.
I tense all over. “Fuck, Chiquita, you’re supposed to keep your helmet on for fuck’s sake.”
She scoffs, sliding off from behind me to stand and admire the beach like she doesn’t give two shits about what I’m saying. Her eyes take in the picturesque scenery. The sun is starting to set over the slowly moving waves.
With an exhale, she asks, “Why did you bring me here, Nycto?” There’s calm in her tone, an ease I haven’t seen in Eva since she and Ivy were reunited.
She finally seems happy.
I can’t take this from her.
Not now.
“I come here sometimes to clear my head. When shit gets fucking hard, when I need to refocus, this is where I come to let everything click back into place.”
“What’s it called?”
“Clearwater Beach.”
She closes her eyes, lifting her face to meet the setting sun’s rays. “I get why you like it here. I do, too.”
Reaching out, I take her helmet from her hand and place it on the bike. It’s a bad move.